Poetry for Scientists
------------------------------- March 26, 2002 Is there any doubt or debate about the intentions of my backyard? Towering pines growing green and lush, unlike people, can be trusted. They are what they appear to be. Breathing them in, they breathe me in as well; something true and predictable. Maple trees exhaling since last fall, secretly maneuver red buds, but they promise to become leaves and nothing more. ******* Stick September 2002 Navigating his two dimensional life, the Stickman comes walking. All he needs he has. Generic, he goes unnoticed. Unpretentious, he can only be what he is: the symbol of himself. His lineage is the shortage distance between two points. There are no skeletons in his closet. Though many of his brethren have been hanged, they were but victims of language. There are those who try to change him, yet he sticks to the path of simplicity. Efficient, he is only what is necessary. Feelings plain as day, thoughts round like the sun. He keeps things as he found them, leaving nary a footprint. ******* Can there be human insects with exoskeletons, and nothing on the inside? All superstructure, and no substance. Their eyes betray them. ******* No Slowpokes Allowed May 21, 2002 Our lives move faster than common courtesy; faster than friendship. This is the modern way, a new age, the millennium of zippy.. ******* ,01% Dif March 24, 2003 Are we the missing link? Possibly apes evolved from us. I don't think evolution means what we think it means. Take a tip from Atlantis: we tweaked a little DNA and got Bonobos. ******* Ambushed March 22, 2003 Man must have created the predator, the carnivore. Mother Nature created plants and the animals that eat them. This isn't the world that was intended. Somebody needs to return and fix things. We can't be trusted. ******* You'd think with everything speeding up, we'd be getting smarter faster, or getting somewhere sooner. A suitable and worthy evolution goes on inside: you arrive on departure. ******* Particle Waves April 4, 2003 Suicide bombers.... every bomber is a suicicde bomber. One atmosphere surrounds us all. We're all in this together, one body. A person sneezes in China and a cold is caught in Milwaukee. This raindrop that falls from the sky, fell from the eye of Cleopatra. Your exhale will feed the next generation of redwoods.. Physicists and yogis will tell you so. A mobile of unlimited interactions. Free a heart here, break a heart there. Six degrees of separation? Try Dominoes, Pick-up-Sticks. We collide into one another and brand new worlds are formed. Look for the light. My science might be wrong, but I'm right. ******* April 16, 2003 Is there a tree alive dying to die for a few printed words? This page screams back, Hypocrite! Our development has been confused with progress; progress confused with improvement. In spite of everything we know, we might get it right this time. ******* The Sound of One Flake Falling December 26, 2002 Who would have thought all the worlds could be put down on paper? All described and calculated, given enough time. What do we do once we've understood everything? Documented everything? A snowstorm blows onto this page. leaving a paper thin covering that melts into these words. The universe begins and ends with the invisible. To comprehend one snowflake, would be the yield of a lifetime. Everything we need to know, could be hidden under one word. ******* |
Poems from the Heart
------------------------------- Which Came First? September 1, 2001 The chicken or the egg? It stands to reason that a chicken can't just appear. It stands to reason an egg has got to come from somewhere. Men and women, cats and dogs it's all the same. Millions of years of evolution got us here. Is there a secret hole in the earth from which we came? Creators are artsy silent types. They fill worlds with anonymous works, never revealing technique. Is it enough to appreciate in wonder, and not analyze? No, that isn't our way. We want answers. Was it a loaded chicken? ******* September 2001 For a sprout, the first lesson about the sun is to pay attention. ******* Frameless November 27, 2001 The aperture of our becoming, the light that's released there, this origin of our being, that one eye sees all. Breathing back into this certain sun, there are no distractions, nor need to reach. Essence is the subject of this departure. ******* Zen Saga Once upon a time the end. ******* February 2, 2002 The heart sees what the eye can't, the intention of things, the invisible. The in-road to joy gathers up strength to polish and shine. That's what the heart does-- polish and shine. While the eye flits and worries without rest or patience. ******* March 24, 2002 Blossoms one tree many branches. Fragrance often flowers one sweetness. Mindful countless ideas one thought. Questions boundless forms one emptiness. Self-awareness many mirrors one face. ******* January 26, 2002 Absence of fulfillment is friend to hunger for conntentment. ******* Neither This June 2 The creator gave the world a motor, that's all. A simple motor to make things go. A gentle shove. We get to determine, what, when and how. We paint it, add gears and pulleys. Build transformers, transistors, transponders. No strings attached, just a simple motor. hard to find under all the coils and widgets. Still, everything moves because of it. Much has been placed over, under, around, yet it churns on, driving the world onward, forward. When we've finally set eveything in reverse, and all is broken, and there's nothing left of the natural and unnatural worlds, it will hum on. Listen. ******* December 18, 2002 A thousand poems a second. There's a hint of heaven inside that changes us. ******* December 21, 2002 When lit, seven candles fill this room. How very bright it becomes; enough to illuminate the path. If you want to burn with joy, join with the bellows keeper. You be the wick, the wax, the flame. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- Changing the Purpose of the Earth 1987 We've explored your pristine mountains and climbed your lush green trees. We swam your shining rivers, and bathed in virgin streams. We've breathed your air like perfume, as you suckled every flower. We looked and found true meaning; it wasn't very hard. Your gifts are taken for granted, we watch your blood flow out. Another calf for the slaughter-- profit is all it's about. ******* The leaders of warring countries should turn to their very young children who are more able and willing to decide on a fun and fair way to settle things. ******* A child's tear can't be dried by a thousand words; can't be forgotten with a thousand promises. Mightier than all the oceans, it disfigures more than the most powerful tsunami. It can saturate the heart's sands with feelings that never ever dry. Be kind. ******* Traveler Love passes through here on its way from the beginning. ******* If everything changes, then that idea will too. Therefore, that which is constant exists. ******* A meaningless life? Longing is a godsend. Even in the deepest sleep is the desire to awake. ******* Toward, and sometimes to arrive.... and even if there's nothing to find, you must choose: north, south, east, or west? Inside and outside direct your course. Nothing matters, but everything counts. ******* To laugh now at what made tears, bad to good transform the years. ******* The heart is an involuntary muscle, it precedes thought, just like the tongue. ******* What makes a tree want to be so powerful when its leaves are so light? ******* In the End September 20, 1982 Can this world be shared? I look out my window and watch the cold rain fall. Inside dry and warm, I watch attitudes go by: hog-in-trough, me me me. Can this world be shared? Outside cold wet leaves tumble in the fall wind. Somewhere souls pass on gently, no sorrow, all soft. ******* October 22, 1982 Deep inside is a nerve, that when severed, dies and leaves a permanent frown upon the face. But in moments of forgetfulness, a twinkle may appear in the eye. ******* Not Om, not A-U-M, but, mmmmmmmmm........ ******* Sounds of the sea paint us like living canvas, each wave a stroke of the brush. Listen. ******* |